[CLOSED LOG]
WHO: Aerith Gainsborough, Squall "Leon" Leonhart, Cloud Strife.
WHAT: Leon and Cloud come to collect Aerith.
WHERE: The beach, since Aerith was a bit hesitant about going and getting lost.
WHEN: Evening.
Writing in the leather book had been an excellent idea, apparently - she now had the name of this land [even if it was not in the least familiar], and Leon and Cloud had both written - she would never not recognize their way of wording things, their handwriting. It did not make sense in the least, since Leon, at least, had been home when her memories stopped - but nothing of this made much sense, so Aerith contented herself with the fact that they were both here.
That calmed her heart better than anything else would have, even if Leon's answer to Yuffie and Cid being here still worried her sick - although she knew they could more than take care of themselves, Aerith would never truly be at ease unless she at least knew the wherabouts of all her small family.
She tried not to think of it; instead she focused on the ocean, curious and appreciative, standing on the beach and waiting as Leon had instructed. It was the usual sort of thing, really. Leon had always taken the lead, back in Traverse Town, and even before that. It was natural to trust him [she'd trust any of them with everything and anything], and so she waited.
WHAT: Leon and Cloud come to collect Aerith.
WHERE: The beach, since Aerith was a bit hesitant about going and getting lost.
WHEN: Evening.
Writing in the leather book had been an excellent idea, apparently - she now had the name of this land [even if it was not in the least familiar], and Leon and Cloud had both written - she would never not recognize their way of wording things, their handwriting. It did not make sense in the least, since Leon, at least, had been home when her memories stopped - but nothing of this made much sense, so Aerith contented herself with the fact that they were both here.
That calmed her heart better than anything else would have, even if Leon's answer to Yuffie and Cid being here still worried her sick - although she knew they could more than take care of themselves, Aerith would never truly be at ease unless she at least knew the wherabouts of all her small family.
She tried not to think of it; instead she focused on the ocean, curious and appreciative, standing on the beach and waiting as Leon had instructed. It was the usual sort of thing, really. Leon had always taken the lead, back in Traverse Town, and even before that. It was natural to trust him [she'd trust any of them with everything and anything], and so she waited.